where dirty light tightens around the body, squeezing
bitter truth from lemon-flavored karma.
An infant’s voice bounces and plays inside her head,where love is a pale, frozen rainbow; shining
just faintly above an empty playground.
The choice came with the crystal air of a cruel winter.The day was cold—unforgivably cold—but heat danced through it.
No one would come close to understanding this.
Now, she is rigid; severely pensive beneath falling white.Acrobatic thoughts dissolve within her stillness
as winter coils around her, ready to strike:
And in the icy wind, a baby cries.Tiny footprints in the snow fade away.
Where once was a life is now empty space—
empty space with a fading lullaby.
(From the books Kairos and Collected Poems)